The Incredibles

They were… well, incredible.

The boys, Michelle and I all had a chance today to go see The Incredibles. Wow, what a fun little film. This is how we rated it:

Dafyd, “It was awesome.”
Jace, “It was hill-larryus.”
Michelle, “I liked it!”
Bob, “It was… incredible.”

Okay, so while it wasn’t the greatest thing since sliced bread, it was pretty darned tasty. It was well paced, well voiced, snazzy comic book animation and it had Samuel L. Jackson and Jason Lee, and honestly, you just can’t go wrong with that.

To add to the coolness, I have this fond affection for movies that name people after me. Mr. Incredible was not only named after me (well at least his secret identity), we also share a similar physic (as indicated by the enclosed picture).

This was certainly one movie you’ll want to catch this holiday season. Boy though did the boys turn this into an expensive outing! Dafyd announced before we left that he decided that he was no longer a little kid and didn’t want a kid’s pack. He was now a big kid and should either have his own big kids pack (which doesn’t exist) or a big person drink and pop corn. Well Jace wasn’t about to be saddled with a kid’s pack either (after all, he thinks he’s just a big as Dafyd). So some how we ended up with a large combo, 2 small drinks, 2 small pop corns, 2 candies, and 2 hot dogs (which were for Michelle and I since we hadn’t had lunch yet). And all this was like 20 bucks more than I had planned on spending (and normally spent). Now, there is a chance the kid could have rung it up incorrectly, but from my rough calculations it was about right. WOW. The next time it’d be better to just get two large combos and leave it at that.

Dafyd loved seeing the Star Wars III trailer and both the boys like “‘Bounding”, the new Pixar short. It was all right. It certainly wasn’t up to their earlier stuff if you asked me. However, being a once resident of Wyoming, it was nice to finally see Jack-a-lopes getting some screen time.

Oh, also saw the new trailer for Cars. I’m not quite sure what to think. This was the first Pixar movie ever that I don’t know if I want to see it. It looks like Pixar bought the rights to Days of Thunder and turned it into an animated movie where the cars act (probably better than Tom Cruise, sorry Michelle).

I was hoping we would get through this movie outing without any of our normal odd movie going incidents. No such luck.

A fight almost broke out in front us between some 12 year old kid and a dad. Apparently dad (who left his 4 year old alone) went to go get a booster seat and this group of kids sat down in the empty seats next to his daughter (one of which he was sitting in). When the dad returned he was pissed. “Hey Dude, it wasn’t like I was sitting there.” Blank stares. Mean stares from dad. “Ass.” Then dad moved the daughter down a few seats towards the end of the row. Then stood and glared some more at the kids.

The funny thing was that just before the movie started a mom showed up and asked if the dad would slide down a few seats so her family could sit there. I thought the guy was gonna bust a nugget.

So some minor weirdness and we were sure we got off easy. Again, no such luck.

About 15 minutes before the movie ends this older couple (late 50s or so) comes all the way up to the row that we are sitting in and sits down.

(Said as loud as the movie, right behind “dad”). “Has the movie already started?”

“No, this must just be the previews.”

“Are you sure this is the right theater?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“This doesn’t look like before Sunset.”

“I’m thirsty. I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine.”

(Five minutes later)

“Harold. Harold. HAROLD.”

“What?”

“This is the wrong movie. Come on, lets go.”

(Have I told you before how much I love people?)

Next week we are off to Polar Express so I’ll keep you posted on that one.

In other news, Arafat is dead. Peterson is guilty. Who knew?

Did anyone else watch the arrival of Arafat’s casket? There were an insane amount of people (thousands) packed into the compound all trying to touch the casket. I was suddenly struck with a vision.

In Matthew 9, Mark 5, and Luke 8, we read about the woman who suffered from bleeding that touched Jesus in the crowd. Jesus stops and asked, “Who touched me?” The disciples are like, “Dude, what in the world. Umm Jesus, hundreds of people pressing all around and you want to know who touched you?” Having witnessed this crowd and how they all pressed around the casket, I have a much better understanding of that story. It was insane.

So there you have it.